Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 76: The heretic is crazy, give him some face?
The town at the foot of the mountain is called Farmer Town. From the name, it sounds like a poor town with not much defense power.

During the observation, more than a dozen small town militiamen were completely afraid to take action in the face of the wave of robbers with only five or six figures.There was also a seriously injured Viking among them. This was probably the reason why they broke into the town and they were in desperate need of a doctor.

"A wave of defeated Vikings should have many pursuers behind them." Kaysen saw through it at a glance.

"Shall we go down?" asked Jackham.

"Let's take a look first," Reilly replied.

If the number of pursuers is too large, naturally they cannot go down to die. If the number of pursuers is acceptable, then there is no need to hesitate.

Looking through the dense branches, one of the Vikings pointed at the injured body and gestured wildly to the town militia. Then, he killed one of the militiamen with a roar and raised a tomahawk to threaten. Finally, a doctor was called. He came over and began to treat the injured body.

In less than a moment, a group of people poured into the intersection at the end of the line of sight. It looked like there were more than 20 people in total.

Three of them were riding horses. The leader was a young man who looked like a noble son. Two knights riding war horses were closely guarding the young nobleman.

The subordinates behind him were dressed in various colors. Only half of them wore leather armor, and the other half were worn-out soft armor. Those wearing worn-out soft armor were probably some peasant soldiers from the territory, and those wearing leather armor were probably some servants. soldiers.

Several of the figures seemed familiar to Rayleigh and he thought he had seen them somewhere before -

By the way, when they were escaping from the three intersections of the monastery, the Saxon interceptor ship that was pursuing them had several of them.

"It doesn't seem to be very strong." Jeckham was a little ready to make a move. Not to mention the oppressive Iron Guards, or even compared to the soldiers in the monastery, the group of guys in sight were obviously far inferior. .

He had not fought in the past twenty days and had been recovering from his injuries. He felt that his body was almost rusty and needed fresh blood to polish it.

"Let's go."

Everyone jumped down from the tree and ran towards the town.

……

In the streets of the small town, looking at the group leader who was still receiving treatment and the pursuers pouring from the streets, the expressions of the five Vikings changed slightly.

"They're coming."

Facing the absolute disadvantage in numbers and the two powerful knights, once the war started, the result could be imagined.In a win-win situation, the dozen or so timid small town militiamen around them dared to poke a few holes in them.

"You go first." The figure receiving treatment said weakly.

With an absolute disadvantage in numbers and being seriously injured, there is no chance of winning. If they continue to stay here, they will all die in battle.

A slightly sharp voice came into my ears:

"No one can leave!"

The little nobleman riding a white horse looked down at the wave of Vikings: "After killing you, I will hang your heads at the gate of the territory for everyone to see. This is the fate of the plunderers. Wait until the heads are dried." , being paved into the road and becoming stepping stones on the road.”

Looking at the faces of the marauders in front of them that were distorted by anger, the little noble laughed loudly, and many people on foot followed closely behind.

He spoke a Viking language. Although it was not that standard, it was obvious that the group of plunderers in front of him understood it.

Just as he was about to wave an order, he saw from the corner of his eye five more Vikings approaching on the other side of the street, and then the leader's voice came to his ears:

"Hey, give me some face and let them go."

Give him a face? ?

The little nobleman on white horse didn't react for a moment. Are you familiar with this guy? I haven't seen him before——

And let these plunderers leave... What the hell is this? How dare you say such a thing.

He finally realized that the Viking with a pair of eagle eyes in front of him was obviously just amusing himself. He was really a person who didn't know whether to live or die.

There is a way to heaven but there is no way, and there is no door to hell but it is sent up.

"The pagan actually asked me to give him a face and let go of these turtles in the urn. You guys think it's funny or not." The little noble turned around and said something to the many subordinates around him, this time speaking in the language of the kingdom.

"It's ridiculous!"

"Stupid Vikings who didn't know they were about to die."

"Congratulations to the young baron, you can add five heads to your merits."

Relying on the absolute advantage in numbers, they saw only five young Vikings with little fighting ability. The subordinates, wearing shabby soft armor, did not show any fear.

Several mercenaries in the surroundings noticed the frightening eagle eyes that were staring straight at them, and they couldn't help but feel startled, as if they had seen it somewhere before.

Sword of Dawn? ?
No, the Divine Sword of Dawn is obviously not the heretic in front of me——

"At Ivington Abbey more than 20 days ago, the Viking boat that first escaped at that time seemed to have these figures." William, a mercenary with outstanding memory, said in a low voice.

With such a reminder, several mercenaries beside them instantly recalled:

There can be no mistake, they were the ones who were chased by the Iron Guard warships like lost dogs... "I remember that there were six people in their small boat at the time, and the Iron Guards warships chasing them had a full number of people. There are more than twenty people, how did they survive?" A mercenary asked in confusion.

Yes, how did you survive?

Everyone suddenly recalled a piece of gossip from half a month ago, and their minds seemed to be struck by lightning. It was said that the Iron Guard was searching for five vicious young Vikings, and that they were led by the great warrior Astor himself.

According to rumors, those few people killed an entire ship of Iron Guards, which was extremely terrifying and brutal!

Could it be...these five people in front of me!
They had seen the manned Iron Guard warship that was chasing away at that time. If it was really them, there were six warriors in total, but they killed several times as many elite soldiers as them——

In the end, the five people who survived must be so powerful, at least far beyond the ability of wandering mercenaries like myself.

Although there are more than 20 people here, everyone knows that these people are completely different from the more than 20 elites of the Iron Guard.

Although the mercenaries were a little nervous at this time, they also had some doubts. The five Vikings opposite were too young, and the gossip may not be so accurate.After all, you have to look at the opponent's strength before deciding whether to follow the little noble to fight or flee directly.

The chattering sounds of the Vikings came to my ears.

"Little brother, please leave quickly. You cannot defeat so many soldiers. There is no need to stay here and risk your life." The weak words of the seriously injured regiment leader came out.

A Viking warrior beside him followed and said: "We accept your wishes, but you are too young after all. It would be a pity to lose your life here. Now hurry up and leave."

Several other warriors also shook their heads. They had really come to help, but the little guys in sight obviously didn't have much fighting power.The opponent had more than 25 warriors and two knights. The surrounding town militiamen were also high-spirited and eyeing them.

How to be against?

Staying will only lead to death.

"Maybe they can give me some face." Rayleigh's calm voice came out.

After hearing these words, the Viking warriors all looked at this innocent eagle-eyed man with dumbfounded eyes. Do you think this situation will give you face?
Moreover, the relationship between the two parties is completely antagonistic. To give you some face, this Hawkeye man is really crazy. He doesn’t know which tribe he comes from. He has no idea about the dangers of the world.

A Viking warrior shouted: "Don't say ridiculous things and leave quickly."

"I want to leave, it's too late."

After the little baron on the white horse said something in Viking language, he changed to Kingdom language again, gestured to the knight beside him, pointed at the Hawkeye man, "Kill him."

For such an idiot, the leather armor on his body is also very clean. He has obviously never experienced combat. It is still in tatters and patched with various patches. He picked it up from nowhere and treated it as a treasure.

Such a poor Viking is not qualified to be a stepping stone at the door of his house.

The knight beside him raised his spear, patted the horse's back and prepared to charge. The poor fellow in sight also dispersed to the side of the street, leaving him to face his charge alone.

Even his companions abandoned him, what a pitiful guy.

"Danger, stay away..."

"Boy, if you don't dodge the knight's charge, and you're stuck in the middle of the road, you're looking for death..."

The Viking warrior on the other side was so angry that he cursed. Although this Hawkeye had a good heart, the door to hell was really opened too wide for him.

Even if they risk their lives to protect him now, there is no point. With this guy's behavior of seeking death, he will die sooner or later.It's better to save some strength and kill a few more people before dying.

Seeing the knight pulling up the reins, the small town militiamen on the road quickly gave way to both sides:

"This kid actually dares to stand and face the knights charging, not knowing whether to live or die."

"Stupid Viking, you should be picked up in the air the next moment."

"This idiot!!"

The militiamen exchanged a few pleasant words with each other. If only the pagans were such fools, the world would be a wonderful place.

It's a pity that such stupid and naive Vikings are very rare, and this is the first time they have seen them in their lives.

I had certainly heard what the young baron said earlier. This hawk-eyed man hoped that the young baron would give him some face and let them go. It was really ridiculous.

I have never seen such unsavage Viking pagans, and I have never even heard of them. Today I have experienced a lot.

At this time, the expressions and thoughts of the mercenaries behind the baron were different. Those who dared to face the knight's charge were either fools, or they had absolute confidence in their own strength.

And the pair of extremely oppressive eagle eyes that were locked on them before clearly didn't look like a fool.

"I think we should prepare to run away." William said nervously.

"Yes." Several old mercenaries nodded in unison.

Things are so abnormal. The eagle-eyed man opposite is probably very powerful.

(End of this chapter)